Thursday, February 27, 2014

Rescue

It's hard to lie awake worrying at night when a purring kitten arrives to knead the pillow and curl up under your chin.

Who's rescuing whom around here?

He looks more like a panda than a lion these days (focus on regrowing your mane, guy!), so we are naming him Pandelion. We call him Lion, too — he is as fierce as one when there's a toy in his mouth. He will collect many other names, like all of our cats, of course.

He's developing into a nice conversationalist, although I'm never sure what he's saying. When I talk to him, he considers my words, and then he looks me in the eye and responds with a tiny pink meow, sometimes a silent one. It's charming. I just asked him if he was a prince, and his answer sounded like "Yes."

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Five cats, too many books, and never enough cake or good stories. APB is an underachieving writer/editor/concert producer who spent many years working with the overprivileged at the MFA. Now does volunteer work in her Back Bay neighborhood when not expertly wasting time. Raised in an Italian-Irish family in a Pennsylvania steel town. Twelve years of Catholic school partly overwritten by four years at Swarthmore. Married to a charming professor and Patriots fan. Enjoys visiting Maine and Europe, but loves Back Bay best.